Why, God, Why! br Did you let my heart die! br Why am I crying? br Why did I start that fight! br br Why, God, Why, br did you let him walk out the door. br He's gone and he's not coming back. br What's the use in praying. I don't see the point anymore. br br God, I'm sorry. br Did I make you mad? br Did I say something about you, br that I shouldn't have? br br It doesn't matter any more, br he's gone for good. br He left me here God. br Like I thought he would. br br Why did you tell me, br to talk to him about you, br If you knew it would end, br with a fight, and tears, and no progress too? br br One last prayer, br there will be no more. br I'll let my heart die. br I'm tired of being so unsure. br br So God, I just want to tell you, br that I'm tired of life. br and that I love you, br and in heaven, you'll see me next time. br br ***Poet's Note*** br okay, I want to say this before everyone freaks out and br calls some theropist to come and deal with me. **This is NOT br about me** Very important information. I wrote this poem br because it was in my head, but I DO NOT feel this way. br I am a completely healthy and HAPPY person.